Bei Chen looked at the drunken old man and spoke slowly, “Nan Wan is only here for the Wu Tong spiritual artifact; he had no intention of offending the ancestors. Please, senior, show mercy.”
“Show mercy?” The old man seemed particularly resentful of these words. He took a huge swig of wine, scoffing, “Immortal scum like you are a menace alive.”
Drinking heavily, he did not stop his hand; with a flash of spiritual light, the twig in his palm transformed into an immortal sword and struck toward Bei Chen.
Under the sword’s glow, Bei Chen neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and everyone’s faces changed.
“Lord Bei Chen!”
In that fleeting moment, the immortal sword halted an inch before Bei Chen’s forehead. The drunken old man narrowed his eyes at Bei Chen.
“Why didn’t you dodge?”
“Kunlun has a rule: when faced with a senior, we neither fight, nor avoid, nor harm.”
“Well, how noble... Feigned kindness and righteousness! Kunlun deserves to die!” The drunken old man sneered, waved his hand, and the sword light trembled as it continued to press toward Bei Chen’s forehead. Bei Chen still did not evade; instead, he closed his eyes.
What kind of lunatics are these?
“Senior Rong Xian!”
In the dark night, a shout rang out, and the immortal sword halted just before piercing Bei Chen’s brow. A thin line of blood trickled down from his forehead.
As the battle remained at a standstill, Bai Shuo suddenly sprang forward with a look of concern.
Chong Zhao glanced at Bai Shuo, who had suddenly jumped out, his expression shifting with anger as he watched the young man who slowly followed her out of the shadows.
But the youth was no longer the timid, submissive figure from the inn; instead, his expression held a touch of indifference. His gaze remained fixed on Bai Shuo, as if everyone else around him were mere dust.
Seeing Bai Shuo appear, everyone froze, none more so than Nan Wan. After all the commotion, Bai Shuo’s fake mustache was long gone, and when he saw Chong Zhao’s concerned look, Nan Wan suddenly realized he had been fooled by her.
“You!” He pointed at Bai Shuo, his face dark, but then he suddenly remembered the shout Bai Shuo had directed at the drunken old man.
Rong Xian? Kunlun’s sect leader from a thousand years ago? Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?
Everyone turned to look at the drunken old man, who was staring at Bai Shuo with an unreadable expression.
“What did you call me?”
“Senior Rong Xian.” Bai Shuo took a step forward, subtly positioning herself to shield Chong Zhao.
“Who is Rong Xian? That beast died long ago.” The drunken old man sneered.
“How could he be the former sect leader of Kunlun? A thousand years ago, Rong Xian went mad and died at the hands of His Majesty Twilight!” Nan Wan gasped for breath, struggling to his feet, looking at the drunken old man in disbelief.
“The Kunlun line was nearly eradicated by you a thousand years ago, senior, with almost no one left. Kunlun has no grudges from the past; if you were not senior, why would Lord Bei Chen refrain from unsheathing his sword?”
The drunken old man’s sneering laughter ceased. His face, aged and lined, was half-hidden beneath his white hair.
Bai Shuo looked toward Bei Chen and spoke slowly, “Lord Bei Chen, you’ve never seen Sect Leader Rong Xian, but you recognized the Kunlun sword aura, didn’t you?”
Everyone turned to look at Bei Chen.
Before his forehead, the immortal sword’s spiritual light intensified. Bei Chen said nothing, merely raised a finger to touch the sword. The twig-turned-sword lost its spiritual light, revealing a snow-white blade—a Kunlun iron sword!
The white iron sword flew back to the drunken old man, rubbing against his palm with a faint tremor.
Bei Chen did not deny it, which was as good as an admission—the drunken old man was indeed the former Kunlun sect leader, Rong Xian!
“No matter what happened a thousand years ago, Lord Bei Chen is merely a Kunlun disciple and had no part in it. Senior, there’s no need to harm the innocent.”
“Innocent? He’s innocent, so the whole world is innocent?” The drunken old man’s eyes suddenly glinted red, showing a flash of madness as he, without warning, swung his sword toward Bai Shuo.
This former sect leader of Kunlun was insane, striking at anyone in sight!
Chong Zhao and Fan Yue simultaneously lunged toward Bai Shuo, but Bai Shuo seemed to have anticipated Rong Xian’s attack. Before the sword moved, she suddenly grabbed someone beside her to use as a shield.
The iron sword stopped just short of the person’s chest, then froze abruptly.
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